LYRA'S POV
Lyriq returns with a blue wool T-shirt and a matching skirt.
He hands me the clothes and avoids my gaze when he says, " I didn't see any medical kit, so you'd have to do a walk with the bruise."
I shake my head, grateful and carefully collect the clothes from him. He turns around which surprises me.
" Thank you." I mouth and he hums.
Lyriq is one person I would never expect to help me. I actually thought he was going to murder me after he killed Henry or he'd probably even enjoyed the sight of me being assaulted, but it's eerie how he saved— no— stopped Henry.
I change into the new clothes and watch as his body tenses at every second I take while putting it on.
" You can turn around now," I say and he turn slightly as if to check if I'm lying or not before he fully turns to look at me.
